Frigidscorn of Shadowclan

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NAME! Frigidscorn
AGE! 89 Moons
RANK! Elder
GENDER! She-cat
CLAN! Shadowclan
SHORT DESC.! A black she-cat with piercing blue eyes.

FULL DESCRIPTION!

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Frigidscorn is a black as night she-cat. Often times cats on the battlefield will mistake her for a passing shadow because of her dark color. The only thing that hinders her shadow-like appearance are her piercing blue eyes. These eyes always show so much unbridled ferocity that her enemies will stop dead in their tracks.

As for her build, she is extremely muscular. While most might assume that she-cats are generally less-powerful than their male counterparts, that is the opposite in her case. She has no physical weakness as far as she is concerned; however, the truth is that the sunlight bothers her eyes, which is one of the many reasons she likes to work in the dark.

Her teeth and claws are possibly some of the sharpest in the entire forest. This is because she sharpens them every day- and night. She never knows when she'll need them.

PERSONALITY!

Frigidscorn fits her name. She has always been a very caustic, hostile cat. There was no beginning to this attitude, except perhaps the day she was born. Her bitter personality has neither won her any fans nor any friends. The truth is, she would be happy as a loner if it was not for her dark ambition to become a clan leader.
It's not enough to say she's vain. She hates the world and everything in it, and the world seems to hate her right back. This probably led to her dark ambition. Frigidscorn wants to prove to the world that she is better than it. It seems that anyone who crosses this black cat is going to get very unlucky very quickly. She will not tolerate anyone getting in her way. Maybe that's why she's always the first cat to unsheathe her claws.

Her vile persona is the very reason why she is a mogul on the battlefield, using her brains and brawns to full capacity. Frigidscorn is very strategic as well. She believes that any battle can be won, even if that means that seemingly impossible actions have to be taken. Part of being a leader is creating battle tactics. She has trained her mind to see threats. Any cat that gets to powerful will be her first target. Her inner motto has always been: "Silence the threat first- ask questions later!"

Of course, there is always the nature of her bloodthirsty side.The thrill of the fray is alluring and rather irresistible for her. This isn't to say that she makes rash decisions though. She sees peace as a victory in itself; however, when in the heat of a battle, it overtakes her mind. Everything in her focuses on winning, planning, dodging, and slashing. It is for this that she yearns.

HISTORY!

When Frigidscorn was born, she let out a yowl like none other. Her mother's body chilled at the ferocity of such a small kit. The little black monstrosity became Frigidkit. Soon after her mother died from whitecough.

Over the years she did the best to live up to her name. It was as though her heart had frosted over leaving nothing more than a hardened lump. The power-crazed she-cat wanted to prove to everyone in the forest that she was the best and a half. Nothing stood in her way. Even as an apprentice, young Frigidpaw was showing her inner drive. Instead of completing her apprentice training in six moons, it only took her two. She spent the other four planning her rise to power. While she had proved herself at a very young age the ShadowClan leader chose to wait until she had outgrown her apprentice-dom. After he made his decision she had wanted to give him a lesson he would never forget. The only thing that held Frigidpaw back was the warrior code. While she hungered for power more than for anything else, she respected the clan's tradition.

Once she became a full-fledged warrior it was only a matter of time before her first true battle as a ShadowClan warrior. When the time came she was fierce. Her opponent, a fairly young Windclan warrior, was no match for her fiery passion. Nothing would stand in the way of her ambition--nothing that is except for Starclan themselves.

Her first apprentice Blazepaw showed little promise, but he didn't last long. It was alright though because many moons back, she had met a promising young kit, Badgerkit. It seemed as though they shared similar beliefs as to how Shadowclan should be run. Perhaps she had even found her future deputy. The main snag she noticed was Badgerkit's sister, Mousekit. The she-kit was a goody-goody cat who did as she was told and never did anything wrong. She would have been the first to tattle if she heard anything, so Frigidscorn was very wary of her. A little bit later she took on Thunderkit as an apprentice, who seemed far more dedicated than his predecessor. The kit was blind, making training somewhat flustering, but she did a good job and trained her apprentice as she would any other cat.

All this time Frigidscorn had been plotting for the sake of Shadowclan, the only clan deserving of the forest. She cared nothing of Starclan or kit's tales. No, she wanted her clan to have power. Not the weaklings of Windclan or the pushover Thunderclanners or the wet rats of Riverclan. Just Shadowclan. In all her planning she'd only ever let a few cats in on her grand plans: Badgernose, Rockshadow, Scartail, and maybe a miscellaneous other or two. There was no need to share. The less others caught on the better. Eventually this plotting paid off and she became Shadowclan leader; instead of employing her dark apprentice Badgernose as the deputy she chose Cloudheart, a noble cat, so as to cover her trail.

When she hit seventy-five moons, she recognized it was time for her to acquire a real successor. The shadowy leader was still very quick on her paws, but she recognized that look in some of the warriors eyes, that familiar yearning for power that she had nursed for so long. She had to find a strong leader. Cloudheart simply wouldn't do. She needed someone who would listen to her and who would make wise decisions for the clan--perhaps even someone she could manipulate.

Gravesky was this cat. He chose his words carefully and his actions even more so. He was very mysterious in this way, and she admired that. The last cat she'd known of who was so strategic in deed was herself. The key with him was that he was not power hungry, he simply wanted the best for his clan. This was good because so long as she breathed, the frigid ruler would stand for nothing less than to be in charge, even only as a shadow to a puppet ruler.

RP EXAMPLE!

Luminous blue orbs peered over the water in the sandy creek. They were mystifying and hypnotic, yet at the same time they were terrifying. They were not the kind blue eyes of a nursery queen or the gentle gaze of an elder. These were the eyes of a cold-blooded killer. Of course, how cold this soul was to the thought of murder was unknown to many. There were only three or so who had ever heard her utter a word on the subject. A badger and a mouse. The mouse had not spoken as of yet, or if it had it had not come to affect her. As for the badger, she knew it would remain silent for it felt as she did. It hungered for the blood of the weak poison quelling the clan from it's full potential. Long ago in the killers past, she had met up with a scar who helped her make sure that the forgotten one was long forgotten. For now, she was alone though. It was the dead of the night now, her favorite time to rise. For it was then that she had the edge. Most cats were limited by their site in battle, but she had no such weakness. She'd trained by night for as long as she could remember. She knew ever inch of Shadowclan like it was the back of her paw and could traverse it quite easily and quickly...even without sight. One the black shadow had had to train another cat. He was blind, but that didn't matter. Half the time she trained in the dark anyway. She knew how that was. Most others would have griped and groaned because many seem to have the opinion that those without one sense are weaklings--that they are crippled and unable to fend for themselves, but of course that is not true.

It was the wicked and wild wind,
Blew down the doors to let me in...

The lurid dark feline looked around to see if anyone was there. Just as she had assumed, she was alone...at least for the time being. It wasn't that another cat being around would have caused a problem, but she just liked her solitude. She did deserve it after all. As far as Frigidscorn was concerned, she was the smartest, wiliest, fastest, and over all best deputy to ever have happened to this forest. Oh sure, there had been Furysprig the old Riverclan deputy, but he hadn't lasted long. Why, even Riptalon in all his glory was nothing compared to her. Nothing at all. She grinned maliciously and watched her reflection in the water. Someday all the cats in the forest would be looking up to her--their leader. She supposed she could call herself a queen, but even the thought of that word sent shivers up her spine. What a waste of a life!? To hide herself away in the dank nursery to take care of meager kittens? Never. That was a job for lesser cats. Clearly, not hers. Though, what would she call herself? Frigidstar did have a certain ring to it, but newness was good. Newness is what kept a clean alive. Oldness meant stubbornness. Stubbornness meant death. There would be no death on her watch; well, unnecessary death that is. The black shadow let out a cackle that probably would have sent a chill down any cats spine. No one could handle true genius unfortunately. This was because pure intellect in the forest wasn't counted upon. Strength was what mattered. Speed was what mattered. Not guile. Well, sometime in the future, maybe even the near future, cats would know what guile was when they saw it. They would feel the greatness in ShadowClan, and they would beg--no, they would plead to be part of her clan. Of course, some might turn away at first, but they were fools. Those who do not recognize pure power do not deserve to live. For isn't it better to side with the winning side? Not that she liked deserters. No, deserters were just as bad as other cats, but she certainly would allow mercy on a few souls if they saw the beacon of strength in their midst. That kind of view should be rewarded.

WC: 692
Song: "Viva La Vida" by Coldplay

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